Hall, of course, didn't spend money on a pick-up crowd, but he bought the fashion brand KENZo, whose founder is Kenzo Takada, a neon national treasure fashion designer.

The neon people, who are extremely full of national pride, have added a lot of understanding and goodwill to the young nobles from England through this recent industry news, and even Aunt Cheryl has gained almost the same level of attention as Prince Philip.

From the official point of view, Aunt Cheryl is a headband without a name, but in the hearts of the neon people, she is the godmother of European fashion and the most capable female entrepreneur, and her status is close to that of Chanel's Lafayette.

"With the arrogant habits of neon people in recent years, it has always been them who buy foreign companies, how can this acquisition be so ...... Identity? ”

On the way from the airport to the hotel, Monte scratched his ears and thought of a high-EQ phrase that actually meant that he wanted to say kneeling and licking.

Aunt Cheryl smiled embarrassedly, she could be mentioned alongside Chanel Lafayette, which was a bit beyond the thickness of her cheeks.

"I recommend you a book that has a detailed analysis of the inferior roots of the neon nation."

Hall ripped off his tie and exhaled, "The right to speak in fashion is in Europe, and our acquisition of KENZo represents the recognition of neon by Europeans, who are eager to lift Aunt Cheryl to the sky, claiming that the respected fashion godmother lady has the final interpretation of fashion." ”

"By elevating you and Ms. Cheryl in exchange for your own spiritual victory?" Monte seemed to understand whether he understood or not.

Hall nodded, and concluded with a little discretion in vulgar words: "In short, they are naturally accustomed to being loyal dogs of the strong. ”

"Well, although I can't quite understand it, the reaction of the people who just picked up the airport is indeed cheap enough." Monte complained with black question marks on his face.

Prince Philip pretended to be down-to-earth and mingled with the common people, but as a result, there were fewer and fewer people in front of him; Hall ignored the tone, and people flocked to praise that it was really aristocratic, and they tried their best to get forward and admire the shoes when they squeezed them out.

What is this not a shit?

Aunt Cheryl reminded Hall again as she re-tied her tie, "Monte, be careful with your words, now your image represents England." ”

Monte looked at the little boss who was about to be strangled by his tie, and his expression was solemn and honest, saying that he understood that only the dead ghost would challenge the authority of the Queen Mother, and this rule was not only applicable in Asia, but also in Europe.

"You have to relax, we're going to have business going forward, and it's hard to keep yourself in the position of diplomatic envoy." Hall reluctantly reassured.

Aunt Cheryl had a relaxed smile on her face: "Don't worry, you don't think that this kind of false name will affect my business decisions, right?" I just got off the plane and was just a little uncomfortable, but now I'm so relaxed. ”

"Are you sure?" Hall glanced down.

Aunt Cheryl looked at the tie that she had tied into a dead knot, and couldn't help but tilt her head slightly and her face was flushed, but fortunately, it was dark and it was not real.

Well, she admits to being a little nervous.

The red carpet of a diplomatic plane for a country visit is completely different from the red carpet of a fashion dinner, it is a feeling of fierceness and coldness, which makes people have to be extremely focused and dare not let up in any way.

In fact, the moment she stepped out of the cabin, her brain went blank as she looked down from a high vantage point, and she instinctively walked down the gangway until she stood next to Hall.

Cheryl just didn't want to admit that now little Hugo no longer needed her, but she relied on little Hugo......

Hall couldn't guess the former's thoughts, and the car unconsciously entered a quiet atmosphere, and he was silent all the way to the hotel.

All the members of the diplomatic corps went to the restaurant for dinner, and a number of security personnel dispersed into the hotel room in a low-key manner to investigate the leakage of secrets, and it was not until close to midnight that everyone checked into their rooms to rest.

The hotel prepared by the neon government for the British diplomatic corps is the Okura Hotel in the Minato area of the city center, which was built for the Olympic Games in the early years, and the decoration style is pure oriental aesthetics, and has always been regarded as the first choice hotel for receiving diplomatic dignitaries.

The year before last, the Crown Prince and Princess Diana of England came to visit Neon and lived here.

There is a precedent to follow, and it is reasonable to arrange for the prince and his father to live here, but the hotel also hosts the first deputy speaker of the Supreme Council of the Soviet Union, the president of West Germany, and the deputy speaker of the state parliament of East Germany.

It's a bit unreasonable and unsightly, but a few rivals can't say anything.

After all, the Imperial Hotel next door is home to India, Iran, Saudi Arabia, and Turkey...... At most, this is the middle gate of the European region, and the sniper room is the Asian region.

The stinky tomato rotten bird egg area, mainly in the Americas, is exceptionally quiet, and the United States acts as a world peace police with a large group of younger brothers, as well as African black buddies who are poor everywhere.

Representatives from more than 100 countries and regions from all over the world gathered here, not only casting a strong diplomatic atmosphere over Tokyo, but also filling up hotels in the city center.

The AEc Capital business delegation, which arrived in Tokyo ahead of schedule, had no choice but to camp at the Chinzanso Hotel on the outskirts of the metropolitan area, so Hall stayed at the Okura Hotel for one night, confusing his diplomatic status.

The next morning, he moved to Chunshan Villa with his family to hide and relax, and promoted work affairs by the way.

For his behavior of pretending to run away without doing his job, the English diplomatic corps was happy to see it happen, and they almost set off fireworks to send them off.

No way, last night's pick-up process was enough to be embarrassing, and this morning's neon local newspaper added fuel to the fire.

His Excellency Lord Hall of England, who claimed to be only 18 years old, and his godmother held hands to greet the neon people, adding a touch of warmth to the cold and solemn diplomatic mourning.

This is the headline on the front page of a Sony Group newspaper in which Prince Philip smashed two teacups.

"Lord Hall, welcome to Neon."

In the restaurant of the Tsubaki Villa Hotel, in a tatami room, Akio Morita, the Emperor of Sony, greeted with a smile on his face.

Hall put down the newspaper in his hand, was silent for a few seconds, and asked with a puzzled expression: "Thank you, to be honest, this lunch was unexpected to me, we didn't have any direct communication before this." ”

"Isn't Columbia Pictures counted?"

Akio Morita spoke slowly, but not in the slightest.

Hall was noncommittal, holding up a small wine glass and playing: "That's all? ”

"It's important to me."

"So...... How can I help you? ”

"Welcome to Neon, that's all." Akio Morita sat cross-legged, supported his knees with his hands and leaned over slightly, and continued: "Today I only make friends and don't talk about business, please, Your Excellency Hall!" ”

Hall smiled playfully and tapped his fingers on the newspaper on the table: "So this is a greeting gift?" ”

"No, it's just a welcome gift. The meet-and-greet is still in the works, and I think you'll like it, I'm pretty good at giving gifts. Akio Morita spoke sincerely.

Hall raised his glass and drank it down: "This is too grand. ”

"Please don't shirk your excellency." Akio Morita's voice just fell.

Suddenly there was a "poof" sound outside the private room, and a large amount of blood was stained on the snow-white and flawless paper wrapped in the wooden door of the private room.

Aunt Cheryl couldn't help but exclaim and hid behind Hall.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

Someone in the private room next door screamed, and then another splatter of blood spurted and twisted down the wooden door.

"Dead, all dead."

The waiter was terrified and cried.